The Magic of “Thank you”!

Being sensible is one of the greatest attributes of human nature. I would define it as the ability to perceive, logically analyze and express the impact of an occurrence; any occurrence.

In due course of our day to day activities, I believe, that a major percentage of incidents around us goes unnoticed.

“The roads that I take for jogging always appear litter free. Yesterday, when I returned, I had littered the very spot that I just passed! It had always been like that; but today I happened to notice it! And then I found my parking spot intact for me, devoid of any invasion! I get my ironed clothes and break fast sharp at 8. All these and many more which is part of a routine; never thought of how and when. I enjoy the privilege of being treated well; may be because I had been the best in all my actions.

The burger that I had yesterday was very tasty. I could have even had the foil! Of course I had to restrain myself from submitting to the last bit of cream on it, owing to the social implications! The foil… and where would that be now? The last thing I remember is seeing it fly off thorough my car window. Would it have it the sweeper on the pavement? Not that I bothered, just fooling around with thoughts.”

The thoughts lingering around, I was trying to see myself as one of the most privileged individuals of this society. But once I emphasize on my ability of perception, I had it all viewed in a different angle. This is where I for once start to analyze.

The pavement was neat. It gave a perfect atmosphere for me to complete my jogging. It was provided to me by the sweeper who cleaned the streets overnight. My watch man made sure I get my usual parking lot and my beloved mother made my bed, ironed my clothes and had my break fast ready at 8.

A little thought made me ask another question. I love my mother for sure, but the sweeper and the watch man… I never ever have met them. I never do a good to a stranger, unless of course recommended by any one I know. Then how could some one do some thing good for me? Of course they are paid for it. It is part of their job. The real question was were they happy with the job or is there a motivation in them to make sure that the stage is set for me to perform?

One thing I know for sure is that for what ever things I do at my office, I would enjoy my boss coming back and letting me know his appreciation! The next day I moved my car in. I had the same watch man who stood to open me the door. “Thank you”. I wispered with a quick smile. It hardly took a couple of seconds. I could see his face lit up! I should add here, it made me happy as well! That evening, when I returned to get my car, I found it clean. My watch man had his place occupied in the corner. Smiles exchanged. “I am a better man today.” Was it my inner voice?

I wish I saw the sweeper. One day I might. But there was a greater thing to do.

I went home; for the first time in weeks, I sat down with my mother and had dinner. I spoke to her about many things. I kissed her good night, “Thank you for being there for me.” The glitter in her eyes… it spoke of the most ever lasting feeling, ‘Love’.

Now I thank any one for any action I see to be good. I see that it is good and it has improved my life. I see smiles whenever and wherever I walk, see people. This is magic. This is the impact my little thought had made to my life.

Once you are done with this passage, I thank you for the time you spent with me!